Combat Practice [Open]

I sat with my knees to my chest against the edge of the Arena. Between my cut and bruised knees was the book I was currently reading. I was literally 'curled up with a good book'. The arena was rather empty, I observe, my eyes wondering from my page to the campers practicing. I hum softly, not really wanting to disturb anyone. My curly blonde hair hung in my green eyes as I peer back down at the words on the page.

My eyes dart across teh page, taking in the literature, when I realize teh boy was talking to me. My cheeks turn pink and I tuck my hair behind my ear, revealing my stunning green eyes."Not exactly. Uhm well, I fell. Multiple times." I say, smiling slightly. I wasn't lying. It seemed like I tripped more than I walked. Oh well, I was a klutz and couldn't help it.

First reaction was to roll my eyes and state the fact that it would be terribly hard to watch yourself to try not to trip. I'd probably be "watching myself" and trip over air or something. It would be rude and he looked like he would easily get mad and eat me or something. I'm Kailey Summers, daughter of Komodia." I smile widely, flashing my aqua banded braces.

I nod."Yeah- happiness and amusement. Deffinatly not the coolest parent around, but whatever." I say, setting down my book to look at the two boys. They both looked a few years older. [/color]"sorry, but I didn't catch your name." I state in Chris' direction. My mind wandered To the weapons the boys were holding. I guess I could try to learn to fight one of these days, it would be a good thing to know.

I shake Chris' hand and smile. "Sure. Well, if you are willing to teach me and make sure I don't accidentally kill myself." I roll my eyes, but I was completely serious. And, up to the challenge. I seriously hate not trying new things.

"I have a dagger, but that's it. And absolutely not, unless ballet class when I was three counts." I roll my eyes and smile up at him. Yeah, up, I'm not the tallest person around.

"Uhm, like this?" I ask. I tilt my head up to see him, trying to copy his stature. Immediatly, I felt kinda stupid. My standard bronze dagger rested in my hand lightly.

"Oh-kay." I take a try, stabbing the air rather quickly, my tongue poking out it concentration. "Was that right?" I ask, turning to face both Chris and Brandon. The gods only know what they where thinking. 'Prolly something along the lines od 'we shouldn't have let this little freak get a sharp object'.

I roll my green eyes at Chris and turn back to the dummy. Nodding to Brandon, I focase on the dummy's sword. I sidestep and hesitate, praying I don't get stabbed by a dummy. That would be kinda sad. Slowly, I move in closer and take a stab near what would be the dummy's stomach.

"Gods. This is heavy." I sputter, trying not to let my wrist bend back. I let the blade rest on the palm of my other hand and turn to the boys."So, do I do the same thing? Or is there a different, uh, technique?"

I sigh as the lack of instruction. Just defend yourself. I raise my sword , waiting for the dummy to come closer. Well, at least I was trying something new today, I tell myself.

This dummy was more aggressive than the last one. It advanced fairly quickly, dealing out three wild slashes. Experienced fighters like Brandon and Chris could immediately see that the aggression provided gaps in defense. As a new swordsman, Kailey needed to learn to pick that out too.

I bite down hard on my lip, trying not to step back. My sword moved easily enough to block the first few swipes. The dummy raised teh sword quickly, leaving itself exposed.I saw my opening and went for it, slashing towards the center of the dummy.